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AMBRA
I don’t know what Daddy is thinking looking at me from up there, but in this moment I have no intention of refusing the contact of the sweetest man I've ever known. What a contradiction! Yet. that's the way it is. I know that I’ll cry, I know that when I'm by myself, I’ll realize that I was wrong again; but now I know one thing for sure: in your life you don’t have to repent about what you are doing, especially when what you are doing is the only thing that makes you happy. Whether it's wrong or not, I don’t care. I was happy last night in his arms, I was happy this morning as we were making love and I'm happy now that he's holding my hand. I don't care about what was there in the midst, about the past or about a hypothetical future. I just want him, now, I want to be with him, now, I want to be his at the same time he decides to give himself to me, in the moment when I also feel him mine.
Sometimes, enjoying the present is more than living thousands of past or future lives. I look into his eyes and think that if they gave me the chance to choose to live, my life over again, a life in where he isn't there, I'd refuse without repentance. I wouldn't refuse for just a moment, to experience this exact moment in which his eyes are looking at me as if I were the most precious thing he owns.
Krum is like the summer rain: it suddenly arrives and ruins a beautiful day, but it regenerates you and brings that breeze that takes asphyxia away. Krum is like a snowstorm that covers everything and imposes itself with its thick white blanket. Krum is like a tsunami that retreats to get away from reality and then crashes everywhere when its anger becomes its only tool of communication. Krum is, at the same time, the opposite of what he is: he is hard, but sweet; strong but weak; hot, but cold; cruel, but good; violent but delicate; selfish but generous. I could go on endlessly and amaze myself more and more by discovering that he is really the two sides of an incredible medal.
And then he is pure sex walking. In this I can only find synonyms and not antonyms, because he is handsome, wonderful, virile, strong, exciting, a worthy God of this Temple, but perhaps I've already said that, or have I just thought it?
We reach one of the many doors that always intrigue me. When I'm with Krum I feel like I'm living a constant adventure, good and bad (more bad than good).
He looks at me with an unconscious air, breathless, as if he can't believe he has me with him again.
“What's behind this door?” I rest my cheek on his firm arm and I feel his lips on my head.
“It is the wing of the five senses.”
My curiosity becomes unsustainable and I myself lower the handle. When we go thru the door, we aren't in a room but really in a wing.
The space is circular, very large, there are no windows, but only five doors along the wall that seems to have no end. I turn myself around, observing the frescoes painted on the wall from where, at a calculated distance, these doors appear. Observing the environment, my head is spinning, it's as if we were inside a circle that completely closes off the space. I position myself in the center and look up, observing the naked portraits that seem to fall on us.
Krum's voice comes to me suddenly, hoarse, full of expectation.
“I love watching you when you have that curious expression.”
He brushes my hair off my shoulder and this simple gesture gives rise to a fluttering that stops at the height of my nape. For the moment.
“So this is the famous wing of the five senses.” I close my eyes and concentrate on accepting another thrill that his lips on my neck give me. “What's behind the doors?”
It is difficult for me to reason if he continues this way.
“Do you know the five senses, Ambra?”
“Yes,” I sigh, his cool tongue is tapping the lobe of my ear.
“Each door represents one of five senses,” he whispers.
Does he do it in purpose? Does he want to drive me crazy? I re-open my eyes because I no longer feel his touch on me, I'm already missing it. He raises my chin demanding my eyes, I give them to him automatically. It's a gesture that he often repeats and I intend to exchange.
“There's the room of sight,” he says, staring at me. “The room of smell,” his nose caresses my neck and I feel him smelling with a deep breath. “The hearing room,” he whispers to my ear. “The tact room,” he grabs my buttocks that lets our sexes fit perfectly. “And then…” he reaches my lips. “There's the room of taste.” And he kisses me.
It's a slow and patient kiss, in which our tongues don’t fight as they have always done, but they meet, embrace and make love.
When he stops kissing me, I feel like I've left a piece of me in him and I cannot help but think that it might be the same for him as well.
“Do you want me to choose one of these rooms?”
“Yes, and you're going to choose it without knowing what's behind those doors. You choose the room, but only I know the content.”
“Who assures me that the door I choose is the one corresponding to one of the five established senses? Knowing you, you could change it and decide for me.”
“The good thing about the wing of the five senses is that you must blindly trust your guardian.”
I step away leaving my eyes on him who begins to show how much he wants me. I've never seen a man responding to my body as impatiently as Krum does. I happened to go out with other guys, but none of them are comparable to him. In nothing.
“What do you do in the room of sight?” I ask.
I feel him behind me, his hands rest on my hips and I don’t stop him from pulling me because I desire the contact with his manhood. I sway my hips and he sighs on my shoulder.
“In the sight room you look.”
“What do you mean?”
“I could decide to look at you or you could look at me.”
I turn around and look for his eyes.
“Looking at you doing what?”
He extends his face and traces a trail of kisses along my cheek and then down my neck. The light and delicate contact of his lips is sending me into delirium and is leading every sense to my nub.
“Would you like to look at me while I'm touching myself?”
Oh, God.
The image he's just built in my mind pulsates between my legs as if I already have his fingers there.
“I may like it,” I admit. Krum's muscular and firm body panting in all its beauty while his hands are giving himself pleasure, is something damned sinful. “What do you do in the smell room?”
He grabs my hair behind the nape but he isn't violent, he's possessive, exciting and extraordinarily seductive.
“There, I could blindfold you, tie you and…”
“Okay!” I cut him off, I cannot take it anymore! “I want to choose a room. Now!”
He smiles with malice. He's so beautiful when he laughs and it's so rare to admire that serene expression that clearly shows that he freed his mind to welcome only me.
“Point to the room you prefer.”
He holds my hand and I look at the five doors around us. I want to choose well, I don’t want to be tied, so I hope not to point to the smell room. It would be a torture not to see or touch him, as it would be just as painful to see him as he touches himself. Oh, God… Krum that touches himself. I already know that this image won’t make me sleep anymore. I really hope to indicate the tact room, which is certainly the one that would allow me to touch him and to be touched.
“I choose this one,” I say, dragging him to the third door.
“Sure?” he smiles as if I have chosen the door to paradise.
“Absolutely! Why that face? You won’t lie to me, will you?” He says no with his head and does it in such a sexy way that I'm gonna strip of my clothes off. “What did I choose?”
“You chose the room I wanted.”
“Oh, what a coincidence!” I tease him. “Is it possible that suddenly became the room that you want?”
“You must trust me.”
“Okay, are we going in or not?”
My impatience is funny to him, I'm just about to explode.
He opens the door and when we go in, I am... huh, I don’t know.
“Krum, it's a bedroom.”
“What did you think it was?”
Maybe I was thinking of finding all the typical instruments of the sadistic rulers, instead it's a common bedroom.
He goes to the curtains and opens them to get light.
“We don't need objects, but only our fantasy,” he says coming toward me.
The statement is quite promising. I certainly wouldn't have liked handcuffs and whips, and, then, Krum is a man who uses his hands, he doesn’t need to hit a woman with strange instruments, just a touch to give the desired effect.
“Can I know what room I chose?”
“You chose the room of taste.”
“Oh.” Taste, mmh, then… he has already tasted me, it's my turn to do it. I cannot wait.
“Do you want it to be taste for you or for me?” he says. I don't know what to say.
“Taste for both of us?”
“This is what I wanted, too. We're more similar than I thought.”
He surpasses me and goes to a small fridge. He pulls out a bottle of champagne and opens it. It's all very strange. What is the need of a sex wing when we have two bedrooms all for us? Then I remember the Sect and begin to imagine the kind of perverts I might have to deal with.
I come close to Krum who gives me a glass of champagne. I surprise him drinking it all in one gulp. I hope he understands that I need him and that I don’t care about the circumstances, but then I realize that maybe he is trying to do things perfectly, to show me he is a man able to wait , able to control himself and not as wild as he usually is. I'd like to tell him that I like him more when he's wild, but I don’t want to ruin his good intentions and I give him the chance to experiment with me.
I put the glass on the dresser near the bed and I move my fingers onto the first button of his shirt. Krum's sigh reveals how much he is holding back and I cannot help but smile.
“Why are you smiling?”
“You're thinking of me,” I reply.
“You are here and I think of you, it's normal.”
I move to the second button.
“No, I meant, you're thinking of me and not of yourself. You're trying to be the man you believe I deserve,” I go to the fourth button.
He looks at me proudly, as if he were happy with my ability to read his mind.
“Isn't this the way you want me to be?” He blocks my wrists and traps them behind my back.
“I want Krum,” I pant when he presses on me. I shudder and I feel my legs give in.
“You deserve more.”
“I know what is better for me,” I whisper on his lips and he releases my wrists.
“And what is better for you?”
“This,” my palms open on his chest, now exposed. I pull his shirt out of his jeans and let it slide down his arms. The vision of those muscles cause a violent shock to my lower abdomen. I need this man so desperately. “This is the best thing for me,” I pant, clenching a nipple with my lips. His pectorals contract under my lips, he is divine.
I trace a path of kisses down his abdomen, stop on his belly button and kneel at his feet.
“Ambra,” he swallows and closes his eyes.
“We are in the room of taste, Krum. I want to taste you.”
I snatch the fly and pull down his jeans dragging the boxers with them. His erection is the most attractive I've ever seen before, the aesthetic effect that it has on his body makes him the sexiest man in my eyes.
When he is finally completely naked, I caress his firm buttocks and near slowly.
“No, wait!” he stops me. “A princess can't kneel down.”
I am petrified by that assertion. I don’t move and only when he pulls me up, caressing a cheek, I realize that this, also, is Krum. He can be wild, but also respectful, gentle, caring and thoughtful. He knows how to make a woman happy.
“I don’t want you on your knees. Not today.”
He lies down on the bed and puts his hands behind his head. The vision of his nude body standing out from the blue silk sheets is something I would like to immortalize forever. So I look at him meticulously, hoping to engrave such beauty in my head.
“You still have that expression,” he says.
“Because I'm looking at a masterpiece,” I specify. He smiles so wide that it seems like a miracle, until he becomes deliciously overpowering again.
“Strip!”
Oh, God, when he uses that tone, when he looks at me that way… I don’t need him to repeats it and in a moment I'm naked getting on the bed.
“Come here on top of me.” I do. “I want me behind you.”
I look at him puzzled, but I do so. I sit on his belly, showing my back, I want to push on that inviting rod, but he stops me.
He moves my hair to one side and I begin to feel his fingers caress me all over. Every piece of his skin that wanders on my body produces a tingling that re-energizes all my senses.
“Krasiva,” he whispers. If he starts with the Bulgarian, it'll be the end. “Moya.”
“Krum!” I try to slip down to his shaft, I want to join it, I want to feel it between my legs, I want to caress it with my body.
“Shh.”
“Please, Krum!”
“Do you want me?”
I rotate my head to look at him and nod. His fingers are tapping my spine, go down my back as if they were the feathers he had promised.
“I need you, Krum.”
“What do you need?” he slides down and pulls me closer to his face.
“I need you, need everything you can give me; to stay with you without thinking about who you are, who I am. I just want us to be me and you: Krum and Ambra. What's gone on in the past and what's going on now is not important. I just want to live you. Now.”
My sweet words have the opposite effect and finally I feel Krum's fingers clutch my hips and force me to his mouth. In a moment my sweet guardian changes and wears the brutality that I love and that I need like oxygen.
“Bend over it and take it in your mouth, now!”
Oh, the famous sixty-nine. Very nice to meet you.
When I reach his rod, I delay a little before tasting it in all its length. My tongue darts onto the tip. I can already enjoy his hot and tasteless juice. Krum's hands sink into my buttocks, separating them and opening them, a scream of pleasure comes out when his mouth zooms to my clit with no delicacy.
“You're so wet!” he moans “Suck, Ambra, or I'll put it in your mouth in my own way!”
Oh, God.
I open my mouth and I just stimulate the tip, sucking it and bowing my head to get more.
“Fu... ck!” Krum groans when I feel it getting to my throat. “I have dreamed about this moment many times. I was licking you. You sucking me. I was taking you in all possible ways.”
His words have the same effect as his touch. I feel them invading my stomach as angry butterflies.
It's all so wonderful and confused. I focus on him, on his pleasure, and he focuses on me and my pleasure. His tongue is engaged in a clumsy dance, where he does great doing circles around the clit. A cry wants to come out of my mouth, but it isn't perceptible, because now Krum pushes his pelvis towards my mouth, increasing the rhythm and forcing it amazingly. I swallow it all, but I have to pull it out to resume breathing. I keep it out of me just enough to breathe that air I need to take it again. I want it as I have never wanted anything else in my life.
Krum pushes harder, I feel my throat contract and repress an impulse to vomit. I manage to control it and avidly I suck it with audacity, while my tongue licks it everywhere and his penetrates me passionately. I feel his teeth bite my flesh; his lips clinging to the clitoris and sucking it, his tongue that stimulates me up and down and then circling.
“Krum, I'm going crazy!” I tell him out loud because my head's spinning, because I'm not conscious; my body and my consciousness are completely disappearing.
My mouth has adapted so well that now it wants only his determined lunges. When Krum's fingers come on the scene as well, I feel struck by electric shocks. It is no longer just heat on my belly; it is a burning fire on every part of my body dominated by this man as a divine being.
“Go on, Ambra!”
I keep going because he orders me, because I want it, because I have nothing else in my mind except this man and because there is nothing except for him at the moment.
I feel one… then two… then one again and two fingers go inside. He pushes them alternately: one, two, one, two. Then both and again, one, two…
“Krum, I'm almost there.”
“Not yet.”
“Please!”
He thrusts harder in my mouth, hearing him moaning tells me he's enjoying it. With one hand, I grasp his swollen testicles, caressing and stimulating them, ready to flank him in the ecstasy that I hope will submerge us contemporarily.
He keeps kissing me; his tongue refreshes me; his hands open me more and more; his fingers are searching for the exact point to make me die of pleasure.
And then I start slowly drifting down on him, his tongue is frantically licking me, two fingers massaging the bud. One and two, one and two going in and out and I collapse on his face, my mind fogs; my legs leave my body. There's only one spot in my body with active senses and it's on Krum's mouth. I groan loud, as I feel his cock pumping in my mouth and... erupt.
I taste it.
I swallow Krum's explosion.
I collapse on his body, prey of uncontrolled spasms, while his fingers end those massages slowly.
“Ti si moya.”
I get up exhausted and I collapse on his chest. I don’t know what he said, but I feel like telling him what my body has yelled out the whole time.
“I am yours.”
“That's exactly what I said.”
We look in each other's eyes for an infinite time and inside me I thank fate for allowing me to meet Krum Botev.
“So… had you done all this with me in your head?”
“Da.”
“Yes?”
He nods.
“You speak Bulgarian when you are angry.”
“And when I'm happy,” he adds, petting my face. “Tell me what you imagined.”
I sigh, unable to hide a quiver of embarrassment. My cheeks blush; I can feel him, and despite being just submerged by one of the most powerful orgasms in my life, I feel the excitement gliding down there again.
“Don’t be ashamed by me,” he pinches my lips with his fingers and insists. “Tell me how you imagined it.”
“I imagined you coming into my room at night.”
“Was my face covered?”
“Yup.”
“What did I do in your mind?” he is very interested, I'm dying out of shame.
“You… pulled the blankets off and…”
“Come on, Ambra, it's nothing that I haven't already ever imagined. You're simply reading my thoughts.”
I am amazed by this confession, I feel the flush of my cheeks vanish and I find the freedom to express myself with my Krum.
“You were impetuous.”
“I'm not a rough man,” he jokes, of course. He is rough.
“You pulled my clothes off and…”
He covers me with his body and climbs on me. I feel small under him, but so safe that even the end of the world cannot distract me from his burning eyes.
“And?”
“You gave me your mouth.”
“Where?” I lean towards him and I already have turgid nipples, I'm amazed by the reaction of my body. “Here?” He doesn’t stop looking into my eyes and I do the same, but when his mouth grasps my nipple, I cannot help but close my eyes and abandon myself to the pleasant torture. “I'll make all your fantasies become true, Ambra. All our fantasies,” he underlines. He bites my breasts and holds them in his hands. They are small and he holds them perfectly, covers them with his always fresh tongue and then sucks them slowly, slowly, biting them to make me leap up. “Keep telling what we did!”
“I was scared, and I wiggled under you, trying to run away from you.”
“But you didn’t want to run away, because what I was doing was so beautiful that running away would have been a shame, more than staying.”
“Yup.”
“Go on!”
“When I realized I had no escape, I let myself go. You asked me to touch you, sometimes forced me to…”
“Like this?” He grasps my hand and I am surprised by the energy he uses leading it on his newly erected dick.
“Yes, that's right!” I clench it in my hands and I massage it slowly.
“Oh, karash me da se chuvstvam dobre.”
“What did you…”
“You make me feel good.” He kisses me and then starts biting my nipples again. “Keep telling me what you imagined.”
“You ordered me to open my legs.” Hearing my words, he does it, as if he was interpreting my vision. He spreads my wings and pulls up on his knees. Looking at him without being able to feel him, is a condemnation. “You rested it on me and rubbed it, telling me that you would have made me enjoy it.”
And he does it.
Krum rests the tip of his cock on my pulsating fire, rubs it along the pussy and traces small circles around the bud.
“Not even in my dreams you were so excited,” he verifies satisfied.
“Oh, I was. I found myself always balmy. Every time.”
“Balmy only for me.”
“Only for you.”
“You've always been mine." he pants, as he enters me so slowly that I feel every inch of it, that I perceive all its warmth and with it the sentiment that binds me to this man.
“Krum!”
“I'd like to take you as I've always done in my dreams,” he says impatiently.
“Just do it!”
“It would be too much.”
“But I want it!”
“Do you... want it?”
“Yes, I trust you.”
His chest bloats proudly and he looks at me worried. After a moment of silence, in which he remains immobile within me, he returns completely himself and sends me into paradise.
He possesses me with an impressive strength. I fear that he'll break me in two from one moment to the next. The pleasure of feeling his fingers immersed inside me is stronger than the pain. He slams his body against mine as if he wanted to punish me, as if I had suddenly become a challenge to win. I feel like I'm running by his side in search of the pleasure that we can only find at the end of the path, this path full of obstacles easy to run over and no longer indestructible for me.
“OMG! Krum… Krum!”
“Shout my name. Again!”
“Krum!”
“Again,” he screams.
“Krum!”
I close my eyes and let myself go. I'm shaken by supreme pleasure, the one I now know I can only find with him. My body is exhausted, demolished, specifically, on this bed that seems to have become a ring where he won over me. The tingling starts from my toes, expands on my legs and explodes in my belly. I wrap my muscles around Krum that pumps inside me furiously and whispers a series of Bulgarian words I don’t understand, but tell me that now he is happy, that I am his source of joy.
I understand that he is at the climax and that he is going to explode and I expect to receive his warm seed on my body. But when he comes out, he pulls my hair, he approaches my face and pushes his erection into my mouth.
“Taste me,” he orders. I thirst for this man, I suck it avidly and I swallow. up to the last drop. “You'll never leave me, Ambra. You'll never leave me.” He removes what is dripping down my chin with the tip and continues to be what makes me go crazy: a man who never asks but obtains. “Clean it! Take up the last drop. It's all for you. Every tiny part of me belongs to you. Zavinagi. Forever.”